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My Secret LifeI met her a few times after that in a hurried manner, and then had another night with her. She drank wine rather freely, and told me about the death of her intended, the night before her marriage, and that he had had her, that the fear of its being found out, after his death, drove her for awhile out of her senses. He had only done it to her three times, and she had never had any other man but him, and myself, — which I don't quite believe. I asked her what I should buy her, for I had never given her any present. She named something, but said she would rather buy it herself. — Her brother kept her very short of money, so I gave it. Soon after. “What will you do if I'm in the family way?” — Staggered at the question put suddenly — “Get out of it,” I re-plied. — “How?” — I told her what I knew — she smiled and said, “You don't know much about it.” — “I've got a dozen or two with child tho.” — “Perhaps you have, but you didn't get rid of them — If I am with child you'll keep it won't you?” “If it's really mine and you wish it, certainly.” “I don't wish it, and you won't be bothered about it — but you've given me a child, and I expect you have done so to many.” — Then she told me such a lot about myself and my home, and disclosed that one of our dismissed servants had lived with her brother as servant, and every bit of tittle tattle that had been told by servant to servant for years, had come to her ears. — A precious libertine I was made out to be, but Vic did not wonder at it ...» |
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